So its that time of year again, that time when all the loved up couples can boast about how happy and in love they are (bull by the way), when the desperate singles beg anyone to take them out so they don't feel so pathetic (ummm news flash if you have to beg you are indeed pathetic) and the depression kicks in to all those people, who for every other day of the year they couldn't be more happier being single however on this one day they realise for that split second that they are SINGLE and ALONE and just for this one day its plain and simply....CRAP!
I am somewhere between being pathetic and depressed over this biggest suicide attempt day, i refuse to beg for a date but i do have a tendency of putting out hints at every opportunity.
I am going to admit that this year for some reason i am feeling particularly bitter, it may have something to do with the fact that i have been living in a hotel for nearly 2 weeks now with not so much of a hint of male testosterone entering my room (with the exception of my friend Chris- Chris is my friend who I'm going to see "Steps" with so as you can guess I've got more chance of seeing Elvis's weener than i do seeing his).
The fact is though there is a very high set of statistics that prove that out of all those "happily- loved up couples" more than half are being or have been unfaithful to their "valentine" (cheating twats).... so would you really want that in your life?? i certainly wouldn't!
Surely this just proves that valentines day is a complete waste of time- it means nothing anymore.
I for one know more than 3 couples who, when they go out for dinner tomorrow night as soon as that girl goes to the toilet that guy left at the table will be straight on the phone texting the girl he is planning on meeting up with on Wednesday!!!
However having said all this you must remember I am a very bitter singleton this year who's sex life so far in 2012 has not been very exciting and slightly shocking! last year i had 2 offers for valentines day, i definitely made the right choice and enjoyed it...but are we still together? errrrr no! So even though you may have a lovely dinner in a crowded restaurant for one night, what are the chances that a year, 6 months or even 6 days after are you even going to hear from him again?!?!
Now I'm not going to lie to you or myself...if I had a valentine or any chance of receiving a little love this blog would not be being written, and I would be pro valentines day, i would be getting the card, chocolates, flowers and walking around like I had slept with a hanger in my mouth but I'M NOT so I'm allowing myself to wallow in my own self pity and hatred of this particular day this year- I'm hoping next year will be different but if not expect a similar blog or maybe a hate campaign!!
Anyway as this year goes, if you are single and spending tomorrow alone- treat yourself, make it your day and love yourself with chocolates, wine, a hot bath, more chocolates, a girly DVD, more chocolates and make it all about you!!
I am dedicating this to all you singles out there... Happy Valentines-sucks arse day!!!
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Monday, 13 February 2012
Thursday, 5 January 2012
IM......BACK!!!!!
Hola, Hello, Hi, Howdy
Well its been a while but i am back and wow do i have some stories for you but im not gonna waste them all on one blog so i thought i would just give you all a little overview of my year that was 2011 aka shit-arse-let down-nothing to write home about-year i would rather forget!
So...whats new? well im still single, still presenting on the shopping channels. i have now moved out of my flat in east london, i had to get rid of princess bugsy (i sobbed like a baby) however she is now living with 2 of the 7 dwarfs that were on channel 4, i have a lot of love for these people- Karen and Max are now the proud mummy and daddy of my princess. Oh and i do have a new job which i will get to in the next blog..its very exciting and i think i will gain a few more "friends" hahaha.
So the love life was fun in 2011, i did start seeing someone at the beginning of the year and to be fair, i will not tell a lie, i thought this one might actually go somewhere, it felt different and i did fall ever so slightly- great looking guy, funny, experienced some london attractions together and the sex...well...what can i say? AMAZEBALLS, unfortunately it went tits up and oh was i gutted!..yep it all went pete tong!- story of my life!
Anyhoo, i put my single shoes back on and went to mexico in august...had a lovely time swam with dolphins, sharks and my favourite Manatee (i think its coz they remind me of me...over friendly which always end in them getting hurt oh and did i mention they are a little slow, once quoted as "one of the dumbest creatures") I then ended up bringing back something from mexico that i hadnt exactly counted on...no it wasnt a Dodgy tummy, an ear infection from the pool or even a STD... it was worse... i bought back... A BOYFRIEND!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
sad but true i fell for a holiday romance and forgot to leave it in mexico!! So i bought it home and 3 months later bish bash bosh, another one bites the dust!
So now i am starting the new year as a single lady...AGAIN! but ya know what...im frickin loving it! im back in the world of Moi and concentrating once again on what i want and suddenly things are starting to happen :))) <--- happy face!
2011- In a nut shell it wasnt great, myself and my family- we had more bad news than good and quite a few nasty suprises along the way last year, but thats whats great about starting a new year, it represents a fresh start, a new beginning, creating more memories and starting adventures, taking a gamble even if it means risking a loss.
All i know is this year is going to be exceptional, i can feel it, but i would like to send out a little love to the loved ones who unfortunately didnt get to see 2012, and to the families who wont get to share a new year with those we've lost.
Always Missed~~~Loved Forever
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Tuesday, 5 April 2011
My Mummy!!
It was mothers day on Sunday and due to work commitments AKA- dancing around a stage pretending to be an old, fat, bearded man called Norris, i couldn't get home to see my mum. Yes she got the flowers and the humiliating funky pigeon card but what else could i think of to do to make sure my mum knows how great i think she is...so what did i come up with? yep you guessed it, I'm dedicating this blog to the woman who helped make me who i am.
So let me tell you about Debbie- she's a Cockney, hairdresser/PA, once a Successful model and swimmer who came very close to making it on to the British Olympic swimming team- however her love for modelling took over and to everyones amazement she stopped swimming competitively.
Debbie is what most of my male friends call a "M.I.L.F". She is petite, slim, has almost black hair, dark brown eyes and olive skin- she is a hotty!!
However the best part of my mum is how she is my best friend- i tell her EVERYTHING, absolutely every little detail. The good, the bad and the ugly!
My mum has the ability to make everyone open up to her and be her friend, i once remember when i was in school, a friend of mine asked her if she could buy her tampons for her as she was too embarrassed to ask her own mum.
Everything i do, my mum is aware of, and she never judges me, she is just there to help when i need it, a shoulder to cry on, or to pick up the pieces when they break.
Debbie likes to give off the impression that she is a lady but let me tell you this "lady" is a nutter!
We recently went to a party and debs looked stunning in a little lace cream dress but when we made a visit to the ladies, we were just about to leave when she pulled up her dress and yelled
"Kel look at this...I'm wearing pull me in pants"
and revealed the biggest Bridget Jones knickers Ive ever seen!
She is also one of the dizziest people i know- i genuinely don't know how she gets around without help haha.
As you can tell my mum provides everyone around her with a right laugh- i still have visions of her drunk one Christmas, sat on the sofa with a cracker hat draped over her eyes, while she tried to sing along to "Park life" on sing star.
One thing is for sure about Debs, everyone loves her, and anyone that steps foot in to her house are made to feel welcomed and loved.
She will do anything for anyone, but watch out because if you happen to hurt anyone that Debbie loves, what my dad calls "The Pitbull" will come out haha!
Anyway i just wanted to say a big thank you for everything and to say i love you mum and I'm really praying i have your genes!
mwah xxxxxxxx
So let me tell you about Debbie- she's a Cockney, hairdresser/PA, once a Successful model and swimmer who came very close to making it on to the British Olympic swimming team- however her love for modelling took over and to everyones amazement she stopped swimming competitively.
Debbie is what most of my male friends call a "M.I.L.F". She is petite, slim, has almost black hair, dark brown eyes and olive skin- she is a hotty!!
However the best part of my mum is how she is my best friend- i tell her EVERYTHING, absolutely every little detail. The good, the bad and the ugly!
My mum has the ability to make everyone open up to her and be her friend, i once remember when i was in school, a friend of mine asked her if she could buy her tampons for her as she was too embarrassed to ask her own mum.
Everything i do, my mum is aware of, and she never judges me, she is just there to help when i need it, a shoulder to cry on, or to pick up the pieces when they break.
Debbie likes to give off the impression that she is a lady but let me tell you this "lady" is a nutter!
We recently went to a party and debs looked stunning in a little lace cream dress but when we made a visit to the ladies, we were just about to leave when she pulled up her dress and yelled
"Kel look at this...I'm wearing pull me in pants"
and revealed the biggest Bridget Jones knickers Ive ever seen!
She is also one of the dizziest people i know- i genuinely don't know how she gets around without help haha.
As you can tell my mum provides everyone around her with a right laugh- i still have visions of her drunk one Christmas, sat on the sofa with a cracker hat draped over her eyes, while she tried to sing along to "Park life" on sing star.
One thing is for sure about Debs, everyone loves her, and anyone that steps foot in to her house are made to feel welcomed and loved.
She will do anything for anyone, but watch out because if you happen to hurt anyone that Debbie loves, what my dad calls "The Pitbull" will come out haha!
Anyway i just wanted to say a big thank you for everything and to say i love you mum and I'm really praying i have your genes!
mwah xxxxxxxx
Tuesday, 15 March 2011
Auntie Ang sleeps
Today i would like to introduce you all to one of my favourite people in the whole world- my Auntie Ang!
you may remember in one of my earlier blogs i mentioned my Narcoleptic aunt, well this is her.
My auntie ang is my godmother and also what i like to think as my surrogate nan, i lost my nan a few years ago now and since then- in my opinion- Ang has stepped in. No one will ever replace my nan but having someone like Ang in my life helps to fill that massive void just a bit.
She is one of the most honest, caring, adorable, funniest people i know, however my poor auntie Ang has a condition called narcolepsy- this means she falls asleep, and the cause?... emotions! so anything from laughing, sadness, being overwhelmed, surprised- you name it and it will send her to sleep.
And has not always had this condition, after an unfortunate car crash the condition appeared and the cure for it? well there is none. There are tablets that can help to control it however the NHS have stopped them in this country, so the only way of getting them is illegally from another country. So until the NHS change their mind my auntie Ang lives with this condition on a daily basis.
The only good thing that comes from all of this is- its bloody hilarious at times!
As protective as i am over Ang, the best thing to do is to laugh and as a family that's what we do!
There was one time in the Autumn, we took the dogs out for a walk, there was leaves and mud everywhere, everyone was covered in dirt, after several jokes- ang went, and what did we do?? we covered her from head to toe in leaves and then convinced all 3 muddy, wet dogs to jump all over her.
When she came round she said the same thing she always says:
" you bastards!"
that's the thing you see, she knows exactly whats going on around her, she can hear and feel everything- she just cant react.
Ive seen her fall with one leg in a boat while the other is still on land, Ive seen her go while snorkeling in the Caribbean and bumping in to a shark, Ive even seen her go in her dinner!
most people don't understand this condition and even when most see it happen it can be pretty scary- the first time i saw it i cried and felt sick with fear, not having a clue what was going on.
there have been many times when we've been on holiday and its happened and people panic, but there we are laughing saying "leave her, she'll be alright in a minute" ha ha.
Even though me and my dad have bets on who can make her go first it really does hurt me deep down that she has to go through this, someone as amazing as ang doesn't deserve it.
An incredible mum, nan, godmother and friend, she is one of those people who will do anything from anyone including a complete stranger.
so next time you see Ang on the underground, and shes looking like shes about to have a snooze just keep an eye on her for me or on the other hand if your on the bus and theres a cute looking mature lady from London who wont stop nattering- tell her a joke, coz you never know it might just be my auntie Ang!
you may remember in one of my earlier blogs i mentioned my Narcoleptic aunt, well this is her.
My auntie ang is my godmother and also what i like to think as my surrogate nan, i lost my nan a few years ago now and since then- in my opinion- Ang has stepped in. No one will ever replace my nan but having someone like Ang in my life helps to fill that massive void just a bit.
She is one of the most honest, caring, adorable, funniest people i know, however my poor auntie Ang has a condition called narcolepsy- this means she falls asleep, and the cause?... emotions! so anything from laughing, sadness, being overwhelmed, surprised- you name it and it will send her to sleep.
And has not always had this condition, after an unfortunate car crash the condition appeared and the cure for it? well there is none. There are tablets that can help to control it however the NHS have stopped them in this country, so the only way of getting them is illegally from another country. So until the NHS change their mind my auntie Ang lives with this condition on a daily basis.
The only good thing that comes from all of this is- its bloody hilarious at times!
As protective as i am over Ang, the best thing to do is to laugh and as a family that's what we do!
There was one time in the Autumn, we took the dogs out for a walk, there was leaves and mud everywhere, everyone was covered in dirt, after several jokes- ang went, and what did we do?? we covered her from head to toe in leaves and then convinced all 3 muddy, wet dogs to jump all over her.
When she came round she said the same thing she always says:
" you bastards!"
that's the thing you see, she knows exactly whats going on around her, she can hear and feel everything- she just cant react.
Ive seen her fall with one leg in a boat while the other is still on land, Ive seen her go while snorkeling in the Caribbean and bumping in to a shark, Ive even seen her go in her dinner!
most people don't understand this condition and even when most see it happen it can be pretty scary- the first time i saw it i cried and felt sick with fear, not having a clue what was going on.
there have been many times when we've been on holiday and its happened and people panic, but there we are laughing saying "leave her, she'll be alright in a minute" ha ha.
Even though me and my dad have bets on who can make her go first it really does hurt me deep down that she has to go through this, someone as amazing as ang doesn't deserve it.
An incredible mum, nan, godmother and friend, she is one of those people who will do anything from anyone including a complete stranger.
so next time you see Ang on the underground, and shes looking like shes about to have a snooze just keep an eye on her for me or on the other hand if your on the bus and theres a cute looking mature lady from London who wont stop nattering- tell her a joke, coz you never know it might just be my auntie Ang!
Thursday, 17 February 2011
Hoxton Cool
OK....So like Ive told you i live in East London, Bow to be exact and i live with 2 girls, my sister Nags and Heidi, both of whom are very "east London cool", I...am not!
Now if you have ever visited East London you will know what i mean, if you haven't i am going to explain.
I am what you would call a typical "WAG, Essex style girl", i love my hair extensions, false eye lashes, white nail tips, fake tan and always trust a little black dress.
Going out in East London dressed as i do i get looked at as if i have just fallen from a completely different planet!
The look here is a very laid back and almost, should i say "scruffy", a lot of the clothes look like they were never meant to go together however one outfit is probably worth more than my entire shoe collection.
And let me tell you the girls never wear heels- but after trying to walk through Hoxton in my stilettos i can understand why- i was walking like a duck with a broken leg!
I have tried to take on the "Shoreditch style" but unfortunately on me it just looks wrong.
Most people say to me "Kel why don't you just stick to going to Faces nightclub or the west end" but ya know what i love Shoreditch!-even though to them i look like a Barbie doll I'm still not judged even when i rock out the running man in the corner, the vibe in east London is something Ive never felt anywhere else, you see the best bands, the most outrageous fashion and some of the strangest body piercings- i seriously never believed certain body parts can be pierced- apparently i was very wrong!
Where else can you walk down the street and have a homeless person ask you to donate £1 to the donor kebab fund?
Now normally when i go out to watch a band in Hoxton or Shoreditch i stand there, drink in one hand and having a bop not having a clue what they are singing about and trying to fit in with my skinny jeans and blazer but something happened last week, something changed- i was actually cool in Hoxton, and this was all thanks to a band called "The Hitmen and Her", this band were amazing, made up of around 6 people, 2 of which were lead vocalists, a bloke who worked the "geek chic look" and a beautiful blonde- who just happens to be Gemma Artertons sister (a sickeningly talented family- I'm not jealous at all ha).
Every song the band played i knew the words too, they covered everything from Ce Lo Green to Britney to Beyonce but in their own original style and I LOVED IT! I didn't stop dancing!
so if you are ever lucky enough to see this band play make sure you have your dancing shoes on and your vocal chords warmed up.
so this blog is a dedication to the band, thank you guys you actually made me cool in Hoxton!!
xxx
Now if you have ever visited East London you will know what i mean, if you haven't i am going to explain.
I am what you would call a typical "WAG, Essex style girl", i love my hair extensions, false eye lashes, white nail tips, fake tan and always trust a little black dress.
Going out in East London dressed as i do i get looked at as if i have just fallen from a completely different planet!
The look here is a very laid back and almost, should i say "scruffy", a lot of the clothes look like they were never meant to go together however one outfit is probably worth more than my entire shoe collection.
And let me tell you the girls never wear heels- but after trying to walk through Hoxton in my stilettos i can understand why- i was walking like a duck with a broken leg!
I have tried to take on the "Shoreditch style" but unfortunately on me it just looks wrong.
Most people say to me "Kel why don't you just stick to going to Faces nightclub or the west end" but ya know what i love Shoreditch!-even though to them i look like a Barbie doll I'm still not judged even when i rock out the running man in the corner, the vibe in east London is something Ive never felt anywhere else, you see the best bands, the most outrageous fashion and some of the strangest body piercings- i seriously never believed certain body parts can be pierced- apparently i was very wrong!
Where else can you walk down the street and have a homeless person ask you to donate £1 to the donor kebab fund?
Now normally when i go out to watch a band in Hoxton or Shoreditch i stand there, drink in one hand and having a bop not having a clue what they are singing about and trying to fit in with my skinny jeans and blazer but something happened last week, something changed- i was actually cool in Hoxton, and this was all thanks to a band called "The Hitmen and Her", this band were amazing, made up of around 6 people, 2 of which were lead vocalists, a bloke who worked the "geek chic look" and a beautiful blonde- who just happens to be Gemma Artertons sister (a sickeningly talented family- I'm not jealous at all ha).
Every song the band played i knew the words too, they covered everything from Ce Lo Green to Britney to Beyonce but in their own original style and I LOVED IT! I didn't stop dancing!
so if you are ever lucky enough to see this band play make sure you have your dancing shoes on and your vocal chords warmed up.
so this blog is a dedication to the band, thank you guys you actually made me cool in Hoxton!!
xxx
Thursday, 3 February 2011
All things hi-de-hi campers
Well i was going to write today about my night out but after a conversation with my house mate this morning i decided i needed to write about all the things that make hi-de-hi.
This blog is going to be a dedication to all the past, present and future "Coats", whether you are blue, red or what are now known as "funstars"- THIS ONES FOR YOU!
Back in the 70's a young man called Trev started work at Pontins holiday park as a bluecoat, he worked hard and played hard, while he was working there a young lady called Debbie arrived as a guest for a modelling competition (back then miss lovely legs was the competition to win- it was like x factor for only beautiful people).
The 2 met and several years later Trev left the life of a bluecoat and married his Pontins Princess, they then went on to have 2 daughters and live happily ever after.
As well as Pontins mapping out Debbie and Trevs lives for them it also introduced them to friends that these days are now known as family, thanks to sharing the same memories and love made at a holiday camp.
For some people they really dont get "the holiday park love" but for me its the reason i am here, having Trev and Debbie as my parents has meant a life of love, fun, care and all round entertainment because even though Trev left the bluecoat life we carried on holidaying there for years and years, where we made more memories as a family that will be with us for life.
The conversation i had with my housemate involved her saying "You cant really call working at Pontins a job!", this got me thinking that people really have no idea how hard being a coat is and what is involved.
Back in 2007, i made my way down to Pontins, Brean sands (the same site my dad worked as a bluecoat) and auditioned to join Pontins as a Bluecoat. As i walked in several staff members approached me and asked "Your Trevs daughter?" i couldnt help but smile and feel incredibly proud.
I got the job and moved up to Southport after christmas to take my place as a bluecoat dancer, but nothing could have prepared me for the year i was about to experience.
We would work 6 days a week, sometimes starting at 9am and not finishing until the early hours the following day, with minimal breaks and sometimes doing 2 shows per day, even 3 on a charachter show day.
Your job is to entertain and and give the guests a holiday to remember. You had to constantly walk around looking like you had slept with a hanger in your mouth, make up and hair perfect and your uniform clean and ironed.
This was THE hardest job i have ever done but it was totally worth it because during this year i learnt hard graft, i had some of the best training, made the most incredible memories, met some of my best friends and created the best year of my life.
The people i met throughout that year i will never forget, the Blues, the cabaret acts, the bar staff- even the guests (who were not always a pleasure to be around especially after a few beers).
I cried, laughed, had my heart broken, drank too much, partied too hard, fractured my hand on a toilet seat being sick after 1 too many vodka shots and had a suspicious, sticky substence land on my black jeans in a busy bar (the word "seagulled" comes to mind) but these are just a handful of memories i have from my year as a Blue.
It doesnt matter whether your coat is Blue, Red, yellow etc- if you have ever worked as an entertainer you will know the pride you feel wearing that blazer because it represents a great British institution, something that only our country has, and we as a nation should embrace that.
At any holiday park the punters come to see the entertainers and when the kids go back to school with stories about their holiday what do you think they talk about?...the damp chalets/caravans?.... the fried and overpriced food? nope they will go back to their friends and say "when i grow up i want to be a coat!".
That is what i did, i still remember dancing around my bedroom wearing my dads bluecoat blazer doing the agadoo.
There is so much snobbery in entertainment:- "all that training and your working at Pontins??"
ive heard it all but ya know what? Pontins gave me something no amount of expensive stage schooling ever offered me.
I also believe my best training and skills came from my year in Southport and im pretty sure the likes of "Shane Richie", "Des o'Connor", "Bradley Walsh" etc wouldnt disagree.
As a coat you know that someone, somewhere has a picture of you in their photo album, a piece of video from their holiday with you on it- you have made a lasting memory for that person and for that you should be proud.
So even though i left feeling like i needed a new liver, a holiday for a month and a lifetime supply of sleeping tablets i wouldnt change a thing.
So this is a dedication to every single Bluecoat, Redcoat and funstar,
for every cabaret, bar staff and anyone else involved in holiday parks....
and also a very special thank you to everyone i worked with or met at Pontins, Southport 2007/8
^They are My friends- My family
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This blog is going to be a dedication to all the past, present and future "Coats", whether you are blue, red or what are now known as "funstars"- THIS ONES FOR YOU!
Back in the 70's a young man called Trev started work at Pontins holiday park as a bluecoat, he worked hard and played hard, while he was working there a young lady called Debbie arrived as a guest for a modelling competition (back then miss lovely legs was the competition to win- it was like x factor for only beautiful people).
The 2 met and several years later Trev left the life of a bluecoat and married his Pontins Princess, they then went on to have 2 daughters and live happily ever after.
As well as Pontins mapping out Debbie and Trevs lives for them it also introduced them to friends that these days are now known as family, thanks to sharing the same memories and love made at a holiday camp.
For some people they really dont get "the holiday park love" but for me its the reason i am here, having Trev and Debbie as my parents has meant a life of love, fun, care and all round entertainment because even though Trev left the bluecoat life we carried on holidaying there for years and years, where we made more memories as a family that will be with us for life.
The conversation i had with my housemate involved her saying "You cant really call working at Pontins a job!", this got me thinking that people really have no idea how hard being a coat is and what is involved.
Back in 2007, i made my way down to Pontins, Brean sands (the same site my dad worked as a bluecoat) and auditioned to join Pontins as a Bluecoat. As i walked in several staff members approached me and asked "Your Trevs daughter?" i couldnt help but smile and feel incredibly proud.
I got the job and moved up to Southport after christmas to take my place as a bluecoat dancer, but nothing could have prepared me for the year i was about to experience.
We would work 6 days a week, sometimes starting at 9am and not finishing until the early hours the following day, with minimal breaks and sometimes doing 2 shows per day, even 3 on a charachter show day.
Your job is to entertain and and give the guests a holiday to remember. You had to constantly walk around looking like you had slept with a hanger in your mouth, make up and hair perfect and your uniform clean and ironed.
This was THE hardest job i have ever done but it was totally worth it because during this year i learnt hard graft, i had some of the best training, made the most incredible memories, met some of my best friends and created the best year of my life.
The people i met throughout that year i will never forget, the Blues, the cabaret acts, the bar staff- even the guests (who were not always a pleasure to be around especially after a few beers).
I cried, laughed, had my heart broken, drank too much, partied too hard, fractured my hand on a toilet seat being sick after 1 too many vodka shots and had a suspicious, sticky substence land on my black jeans in a busy bar (the word "seagulled" comes to mind) but these are just a handful of memories i have from my year as a Blue.
It doesnt matter whether your coat is Blue, Red, yellow etc- if you have ever worked as an entertainer you will know the pride you feel wearing that blazer because it represents a great British institution, something that only our country has, and we as a nation should embrace that.
At any holiday park the punters come to see the entertainers and when the kids go back to school with stories about their holiday what do you think they talk about?...the damp chalets/caravans?.... the fried and overpriced food? nope they will go back to their friends and say "when i grow up i want to be a coat!".
That is what i did, i still remember dancing around my bedroom wearing my dads bluecoat blazer doing the agadoo.
There is so much snobbery in entertainment:- "all that training and your working at Pontins??"
ive heard it all but ya know what? Pontins gave me something no amount of expensive stage schooling ever offered me.
I also believe my best training and skills came from my year in Southport and im pretty sure the likes of "Shane Richie", "Des o'Connor", "Bradley Walsh" etc wouldnt disagree.
As a coat you know that someone, somewhere has a picture of you in their photo album, a piece of video from their holiday with you on it- you have made a lasting memory for that person and for that you should be proud.
So even though i left feeling like i needed a new liver, a holiday for a month and a lifetime supply of sleeping tablets i wouldnt change a thing.
So this is a dedication to every single Bluecoat, Redcoat and funstar,
for every cabaret, bar staff and anyone else involved in holiday parks....
and also a very special thank you to everyone i worked with or met at Pontins, Southport 2007/8
^They are My friends- My family
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Wednesday, 2 February 2011
me...me..me: the first blog EVER!
So...this is me, I'm Kelly- a struggling, single, television presenter (emphasise the struggling) who just recently moved to the city (seriously the gherkin building blocks daylight to my flat) i come from a normal family- i suppose if you can call it that, my mum has a dog that she swears talks back to her, my dad still strongly believes he is an 18 year old blue coat who wears shorts even in the snow, my sister is a full time musical theatre student (nothing normal about that) and not to mention my auntie who (bless her cottons) has narcolepsy which basically means she loves to fall asleep at every opportunity! but all in all a fairly normal family!
so how did i come to write this blog? well like i said I'm struggling, struggling to get work and struggling to get an agent and i keep getting told to write one of these things so that's what I'm doing...sat in my flat in my non matching PJ's, hairs not brushed, not one sign of make up, tea in one hand and trying to type in the other staring at the beautiful sight from my flat of some of the best council flat buildings east London has to offer!
i also should mention we recently bought a house bunny...yes a house bunny that's a rabbit that lives in the house...we called her princess bugsy, gotta tell ya though I'm pretty sure Kate Middleton wouldn't hop around emptying her bowels all over the laminate flooring! (if our landlord is reading this we don't really have a bunny its pretend i promise! )- not much of a princess in my eyes especially considering she chewed through my brand new ghd straighteners last week grrrr!
more facts about the person your reading about...
I'm 25 years old, I'm single, that's pretty much all you need to know right now... gonna be letting you in to my life from now on so you will get to know everything but for now I'm going to get my arse off the sofa, get dressed and make my way to the gym...lets face it I'm still carrying Christmas weight from last year and the year before so the treadmill is my new best friend.
As for the rest of my day I'm doing more send outs to agents and casting directors, i then i may head out to hoxton tonight to "a gig" as my house mate referred to it...I'm not really a "gig" girl to be honest i like to put my little dress on and some ridiculously high, ankle breaking heels and pose at the bar with a Cosmo but I'm living in east London now so its time to embrace the shoreditch lifestyle!
speak to you later bloggers!
xxxx
so how did i come to write this blog? well like i said I'm struggling, struggling to get work and struggling to get an agent and i keep getting told to write one of these things so that's what I'm doing...sat in my flat in my non matching PJ's, hairs not brushed, not one sign of make up, tea in one hand and trying to type in the other staring at the beautiful sight from my flat of some of the best council flat buildings east London has to offer!
i also should mention we recently bought a house bunny...yes a house bunny that's a rabbit that lives in the house...we called her princess bugsy, gotta tell ya though I'm pretty sure Kate Middleton wouldn't hop around emptying her bowels all over the laminate flooring! (if our landlord is reading this we don't really have a bunny its pretend i promise! )- not much of a princess in my eyes especially considering she chewed through my brand new ghd straighteners last week grrrr!
more facts about the person your reading about...
I'm 25 years old, I'm single, that's pretty much all you need to know right now... gonna be letting you in to my life from now on so you will get to know everything but for now I'm going to get my arse off the sofa, get dressed and make my way to the gym...lets face it I'm still carrying Christmas weight from last year and the year before so the treadmill is my new best friend.
speak to you later bloggers!
xxxx
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